The Thorn Birds and Griffin's Legacy Chapter 9

"They slept together last night." Felix had rested for a day and a night, and now he looked very energetic, with his beard neatly braided. He spread jam on the bread, "There was a lot of noise, I think we may need to look up at Griffin from a new angle, I swear, Griffin was the one being pressed down."

"This is really shocking." Serena poured herself some milk and drank a few sips while disliking the taste of milk. "How did you know that Griffin was down there? I really can't imagine him lying down honestly."

"He had no choice." Felix said knowingly, "The kid is very strong. You saw him pry open Griffin's fingers."

"No, no, I still can't believe it." Serena said, "Although they slept together, which is also hard for me to believe. I thought Griffin would be a bachelor for the rest of his life. After all, he has no interest in men or women."

"The muse of life always appears later." Felix ate a stack of thick bread in one bite, "Like me, I am still searching."

While they were chatting, Griffin's door opened. Gar had changed into new clothes, or rather, into Griffin's new clothes, and his robe was dragging on the ground. He tied a pocket on his chest, put the cub inside, and walked down the hall dragging his robe while rolling up his long sleeves.

"Is there nothing I can wear? His clothes are too big! Well, he is much taller than me after all. Hey, good morning, dwarves and women." Gar pulled the bottle from his waist and said to the human chef behind the wooden vine, "First, some milk, goat milk is best. Not too hot, Bog said it can't drink too hot milk. And some...oh, the bread that dwarves eat, it looks good."

"I'm not a woman." Serena pushed the empty cup away with her pinky finger and stirred a plate of greens with a fork. "Serena, call me Serena, thank you."

"My name is not a dwarf either." Felix squeezed to the side and let Gar sit down. He swung his legs in the air and blew his beard. "Although I am indeed a dwarf, my name is Felix, Longman Felix."

"Langman dwarves." Gar held the cub in his arms. "I know. I know Langman dwarves very well... Your uncle once chopped off the wings of the demon king with the Giant Axe. I know it very well."

"That's my dad." Felix continued to spread jam on a pile of bread. "Yes, that's right. He cut off the wings of the devil and brought it back to the Deep Soldier Forest. We have been using it as a rain cover, and it is quite useful."

"A tarpaulin!" Garl raised his voice. "You are so wasteful. These wings are cool. They are not even afraid of lightning and fire. And you just use them as a tarpaulin? Well, it has nothing to do with me... It's just annoying! Listen, dwarf, go back and tell your father to return them to the devil if he can't use them!"

"Who are you giving it back to, the Devil?" Felix ate a few bites of the bread and said with his cheeks puffed up, "What a joke, the Devil has been dead for a long time. It was Griffin's father who did it. Even the heart was taken away to St. Versus. The Devil has been dead for a long time."

"I don't like this topic." Gar took the hot goat milk and fed it to the cub, "I always get excited about this topic. I should talk about something else. Have you always lived here? It's pretty cool here. The dwarves have created miracles again."

"Of course we live here. This is our home." Felix sipped his juice to suppress a burp. "It's true that the dwarves are the hands of all gods. But this nest is not the work of the dwarves alone. Its original intention came from Griffin."

"I suggest you talk about something else," Serena interrupted. "Please be careful. He is trying to find out information."

"Are you trying to find out information?" Felix looked at Gar nonchalantly, "You have slept with Griffin, you are ours now."

"We slept together," Gar said, "but it was just sleeping in the same bed. He helped me a lot last night, although he was reluctant, but it didn't matter. I held him down."

Felix felt that he shouldn't listen to this, because the Griffin would kill to silence him. But his eyes widened, and he couldn't help asking, "You held him down?"

"Hold his shoulders and ride on him." Gar imitated Felix and spread butter on the bread. "He has a good figure and his waist feels very good. Of course, I didn't touch him on purpose, but you know, I'm a man in that situation, and I was quite surprised... He's very strong. It's just that he was not very willing, and he was not very happy this morning, but it doesn't matter, I will tolerate him."

"God Ankre," Felix said in a trance, "Serena, hearing this before I die is enough for me to laugh until the end of the world in hell. Did you hear it? He rode on Griffin and touched Griffin!"

"I think we should get out of here," Serena said. "I don't want to die yet."

"He's really handsome." Gar ate the bread, "I'm serious. He's just like an oversight by the Creator. He's more handsome than the banshee with long hair on the cliff. It's just that he has a bad temper. Forget it, I will tolerate it. Good-looking people should always enjoy privileges."

"What are you going to do next?" Felix lay on the side, "Griffin will not let you go."

"I don't want to let him go either." Jasper licked the jam on his fingertips with his tongue, his green eyes narrowed slightly, "He has magical effects... I won't kill him, I need him, I want him!"

The door was kicked open again, and Griffin, buttoning his shirt, walked down the stairs with obvious displeasure. When he stood by the wooden rattan cabinet, Felix consciously moved away.

"One glass of wine," Griffin said. "One serving of fish."

"You should eat some bread," said Gar. "You need the strength."

"Yes, physical strength." Griffin sat down beside him, looking unhappy, "I still need sleep."

"I will control myself tonight," Jasper promised. "I swear."

"Instead of your worthless oath, we should talk." Griffin took the wine, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal a scar on his wrist bone. "Your left eye."

"I don't know." Jasper pinched the bread, "I don't know... I never knew the left eye would burn. Don't look at me like that, I really don't know. Who would be so bored as to curse someone's left eye? What's the point of this, it's just like a shackle."

"The temple is the legacy of the god Ankre." Griffin glanced sideways, "The mark of fire is in your left eye, it burns in the darkness. This is not an ordinary wizard's curse, even the bishop may not have this power. I hope my baby can tell the truth, otherwise you should taste the feeling of burning all night tonight."

"Come on, Griffin," Gar said. "I need you. We can't be apart, especially at night."

"Then tell the truth." Griffin drank. "Hurry up."

"...Okay." Gar patted the cub's head that was blowing bubbles, and clasped his hands on the counter. This contrasted with his childish appearance and looked a little strange. "In fact, I have offended a big man, probably as big as your father. I hid for a long time and only showed up recently. I don't know what's in my left eye. There were no signs before. Last night was the first time. But I assure you, I never dreamed of anything beyond myself. My memories come from myself. I only dream about my own things. I don't quite understand what the curse locked in my left eye can do. I don't even quite understand what it means." He said very discouraged, "I'm not a dangerous person. My dream is to save the world."

"This is already dangerous." Griffin clinked his glass of milk. "The world is afraid of being saved. The hero is always alone."

"I know loneliness." After drinking the milk, Jasper immediately relaxed his frown. "What is this? It tastes really good, smooth and mellow, much better than beer."

"Milk." Griffin held the cup and looked at him casually, "You have too many questions. You are more like a snake man than a human."

There was a pause of a few seconds between the two. Gar coughed, drank the milk, and said, "Okay, I'll confess to you, I'm actually the son of the forest. The forest raised me, and I am a brother to the snake man, although we have never admitted it."

"So you watched your brother get burned by Everett." Griffin gave an ambiguous smile. "Here's to your true brotherhood."

"No, I didn't." Garr said seriously, "I didn't. I protected my brother when I could. When Everett enslaved the snake people, God knows, I was still asleep. The naked knight will pay the price, but not now." He was a little annoyed, "Damn... he's still looking for tree tears."

"Tears represent the birth of life." Griffin said, "Everett is crazy. He thought that if he found the tree man's tears, the little king would give him a child, but he didn't even dare to touch the king's B*tt. Are you looking for it too?"

"Yes," Garr said. "The tears of the Ents bring life. They can make the forest regenerate and allow the Serpentmen to reproduce."

"Bless you." Griffin said calmly, "Before that, you have to find a way to escape from me."

"I will not run away from you." Gar said calmly, "I need you. Can't we look for it together? I am looking for something else... Griffin, believe me, when you find all this, you will be rewarded accordingly. I mean an incomparable reward."

"I'm sorry, but I never take orders from anyone." Griffin pushed the cup away and stood up. "I never take orders from thieves either."

The great wizard held a staff, and he was wearing a white robe with flame patterns embroidered on the edges. He looked down at the Ice Lake City, calm and composed, as if nothing could escape his eyes.

"You said the tree man's tears were stolen by thieves." The great wizard turned around, "That's false."

"God Ankre," Everett said, holding his sword, "I swear on my knight's name that I am not lying."

"I know what the knight said is true." The great wizard's robe was filled with the wanton wind of the wilderness, "I mean, the gem is fake." He opened his arms, and the wind on the giant wall that marked the border danced with him. He mobilized the wind and painted a huge virtual scene in the clouds.

"The snakemen of the Magic Forest are in the west, and the banshees of the Forsaken Cliff are in the east. Together, they guard the entrance to the Lost Canyon and are the strongest force under the Demon King. The Demon King lost his heart on the cliff of the Lost Canyon and was burned by fire. The forest wailed and the snakemen trembled in the woods. Glen is the Demon King's brother. He once bowed down to the Demon King's left hand. The Demon King gave him the Tree Man's Tears, and he would never allow the tears to fall into human hands. The Eye of the World can no longer see where the Tree Man's tears have gone. The temple believes that it has been taken by the snakemen for his own use. Tears bless life and allow life to reproduce continuously. It also has another function. The temple speculates that it is to reshape life---the snakemen used it to awaken the Demon King."

"This is impossible." Everett's eyes widened. "The devil's heart was dug out in the flames and is still in the palace. No one can survive without the heart."

"No matter what, the Temple will issue a crusade order." The Great Wizard tapped the ground with his staff, and all the scenes in the sky immediately disappeared. "Please ask the Knights and the army to restart the highest bounty. The mission name is to conquer the Demon King of the Abyss."